''Hot Summer Day''
Oh, my sweet Grandma was a real great storyteller,
she could weave a story a thousand different ways,
she repeated herself a lot but we would never tell her,
one story, I liked was when she was a kid;
and it rained for days and the street was like a lake.
After the rain stopped it got hot, hot, well it was July,
and a lot of the kids on the street took advantage;
of the street lake and got their bathing suits for a swim,
she said, it was so amazing and people watched;
all afternoon they splashed around in the cool water.
She said, her Ma saw her and started to loudly yell,
from the apartment window to get out of the water;
but my Grandma just pretended not to hear her,
I think, I inherited that skill, anyways finally;
her Ma came down to yank her out but could not get hold.
Anyways, it was a obviously a happy memory for Grandma,
she would tell the story laughing on hot summer days;
when we were complaining about the heat, and we would,
wish that it would rain and make our street a lake;
like Grandma's story . . . (Mother said she made it up!!)
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August 25, 2017
Poetry/Verse/"Hot Summer Day"
Copyright Protected, ID 17-933-769-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, No. 105, Standard
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
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Written for the contest, Hot Summer Day
sponsor, Eve Roper
Second Place
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